Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cameroon and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Buzzcocks,
R.M.O.,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fortunes,
Massinfluence,
Camberwell Now,
Wings,
Yazoo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Motions,
The Seeds,
Anakelly,
Delta 5,
Erasure,
Alison Limerick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moss Icon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pierre Henry,
Faust,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Angels of Light,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Lynne,
Albert Ayler,
Ronnie Foster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funkadelic,
Funky Four + One,
Second Layer,
Panda Bear,
Ultravox,
Bill Wells,
Vladislav Delay,
David McCallum,
Johnny Clarke,
Barry Ungar,
Wolf Eyes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Order,
Ossler,
Gong,
Metal Thangz,
Anthony Braxton,
The Move,
Guru Guru,
Siglo XX,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marvin Gaye,
the Normal,
Public Enemy,
Aural Exciters,
Sun City Girls,
Hardrive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.